“Sure.” Jørgen knew more or less where the band room was, though he never had any reason to go there. The room itself was too large to ignore.
He reached out to gently hold Wyvern’s elbow. He usually preferred not to be so tactile, but with the blind girl, he felt he had no choice. “Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Didn’t really know anything about him until after he was gone. Still, it’s a shame.” Wes Craven was a name that he barely would have recognized until very recently, but his death was clearly impactful, if someone like Waheed would ditch school because of it. If Jørgen knew that was a viable excuse, he might have taken the day off as well.
Wyvern gave a solemn nod and a sigh. She knew enough about the world of horror movies just by being around Waheed, and knew better than to question his grief. This was someone he admired, someone he wanted to be like. He was probably the reason he was so passionate about the film club.
“I’m sorry, I’m not making you late for anything, am I?” she asked with a regretful frown. Someone passed by to the side of her, almost bumping into her and causing her to have a quick start. These hallways were far too narrow.
Wyvern and Waheed wish everyone a very happy New Year! Or, they would, if they weren’t already fast asleep. Staying up until midnight is hard, you guys.
Just being at the party was making Waheed uncomfortable. Too many people, some he had never seen before, and all of them having a pretty good time from the looks of things. Wyvern was enjoying herself, of course. For a girl who spent most of her life at home, she had an impressive social streak, choosing to mingle and dance and at least attempt to get Waheed to join her. He resisted for the most part. He didn’t dance. He didn’t mingle. He was a lump.
It was almost midnight when Wyvern finally managed to talk him into it. “Please?” she begged, patting around in search of his hands. When she found them, she grabbed them both and swung them back and forth playfully. “Just for a few minutes. Please? Pleasey please?”
That innocent pout was enough to make him change his mind. She just had that effect on him; that stupid face making him do stupid things. He stood, straightening out his dress shirt, and sighed. “Just for a couple minutes.” he agreed. “I don’t know how to dance.”
“It’s easy, silly.” Wyvern said, eyes closed as she concentrated and found a comfortable spot for her feet. She was taking the lead, showing Waheed where to put his hand on her waist and holding the other. “You just...step this way.” she demonstrated. “And then this way.”
It took him a minute to get used to the motion. It was a weird feeling, trying not to step on her little feet, and even a weirder feeling letting her lead him. His heart was practically stuck in his throat the whole time. He could feel his pulse everywhere; in his chest, in his face, in his fingertips. He was almost sure that Wyvern could feel it too. As midnight grew closer, he felt himself starting to sweat.
The seconds ticked down. It was almost time. As midnight was upon them, he was faced with a horrible responsibility--did he kiss her or not? Everyone else was kissing their partners, but he was afraid. What if she pushed him away? What if she didn’t?
He waited too long. Wyvern didn’t suspect anything, unaware of the New Years tradition and unable to see the others, seeming content enough to just continue dancing. Waheed had a sinking feeling as he realized the opportunity he had missed, but was almost relieved that the moment was gone and passed.
...
Wyvern was in high spirits as they walked back to their camp, holding onto Waheed’s hand for stability and to keep from losing track of him. They tried to hurry, happy to get out of the cold and to see the light of their campfire up ahead. Waheed tried to force a smile, knowing that Wyvern could hear disappointment in his voice. Still, as hard as he tried, he kept thinking about what he had lost. It wasn’t just about missing the opportunity, it was about being a coward. He failed himself. He was utterly mortified.
“I had a good time.” Wyvern interrupted his introspective self-pity. “Did you have a good time?”
Waheed hesitated. “Uh, yeah, of course.” he said with a forced, fake smile. “It was great. I’m...glad we went.”
Wyvern could hear that he wasn’t exactly delighted. She followed him over to their sitting log, where Waheed plopped himself down and picked up a stick to poke at the fire. She stood next to him for a moment, listening to his silence, before bending down to his level.
“Thanks for dancing with me.” she said, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. Waheed didn’t say anything in return. His cheeks flushed and his heart returned to its rapid, uneven pounding. As Wyvern stood up straight once more and ventured off to her tent to change her clothes, he sat there and stared wide-eyed into the distance, a hand slowly touching the spot on his cheek. Gradually, the tiniest smile inched onto his face. He supposed, all in all, it wasn’t the worst night of his life.
[It’s New Years Eve, everyone! I hope this next year has plenty of awesome opportunities for you all and that you’re comfortable, happy and fortunate. Take it one day at a time, sweethearts.]
Waheed stop being an asshat and take these sunflowers they'll make eVERYTHING BETTER YOU SALTY BUTTHOLE
Salty was a good descriptive word. Waheed reluctantly took the offered flowers, looking from them to Wheatley and back again. “Thanks, uh…bud?” He attempted a smile, which looked more like a pained and confused grimace. Flowers were a nice friendly gift, right? “They’re, uh…very yellow. That’s good. Thank you.”
His name is Willard and he turns into a frog when it rains. Interests include bug collecting, art and swimming. Also vegan. Also likes new age music. Also a total pain in the ass.
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them .
Δ = playing with their hair .
❤ = kissing them .
₪ = asking them out for dinner .
☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) .
♘ = stabbing them .
♕ = bowing down before them .
♒ = lying to them .
✿ = buying them flowers .
☾ = being found shirtless .
♢ = reading them a story .
☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
✎ = speaking in a different language .
✏ = teaching them a different language .
▄ = telling them a joke .
♬ = singing to them .
☹ = insulting a loved one .
ஐ = slapping them .
✂ = threatening them .
❃ = dancing with them .
▤ = falling asleep on them .
☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .
♣ = discovering them crying .
回 = patching a wound .
✮ = stargazing .
▓ = caught stealing their belongings .
☽ = wandering alone at night .
♡ = complimenting them .
≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .
☢ = falling over .
✦ = being well-dressed .
❂ = wiping blood off their face .
◎ = taking care of them while ill .
☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .
⇕ = holding their hand .
↱ = being lost with them .
☠ = pushing them against a wall .
They’ve both been kissed by their parents, does that count?
8:Who was your muse's first crush?
Wyvern had a tiny crush on one of Astrid’s friends, a girl named Camilla. She would always show Wyv a little extra attention, but she was never sure if it was because she liked her or if she just felt bad for her. But the main reason she liked her so much was her voice; she had a low, gravelly voice that was so interesting to her. Eventually, she and Astrid started to grow apart and Camilla didn’t come over much anymore, so the crush didn’t last forever.
Waheed’s first crush was a girl he saw at the arcade all the time. She was tall and blonde, and significantly older than him. He was mainly attracted to her because she actually seemed to know what she was doing and was fiercely competitive. The crush sorta dissipated once he realized she had a boyfriend, and once he got his first gaming console at home, he didn’t go to the arcade nearly as much. He doesn’t think about her much anymore.
